A Brief Reprieve

They sit side by side, the teacher and his pupil, coming down from their forbidden bliss as they lean against the wall of the classroom. Faye for one is in no rush to get home. Her mother could wait. Carnal thoughts race a thousand miles through her head. She glances at Mr. Doe wasted and spent from his moment of pleasure.

God that was good.

Lust like dopamine courses through her veins. She shoves her hand down below and plays with the tuft of hair between her legs. To frigg or not? A sound of something slamming snaps her out of her thoughts. She quickly throws on her skirt and bra, glancing pensively at the door.

“Relax.” Mr. Doe assures her. “It’s just the janitor cleaning up.”

“What if someone sees us?”

“They won’t.” He motions her forward. They embrace in a kiss, entangling themselves in each other’s arms for what seems like an eternity. The tongue play almost makes Faye forget about her homework after school.

“What about my schoolwork?” She pulls away. “Isn’t there a report due soon?”

“Forget about school for a moment.” He yanks her right back.

Her head fills with uncertainty. First he wants her to be a good girl, now he’s begging for her to be the rebellious teen again. Which is it? The indecision is killing her.

“I gotta go.” She plants a kiss on his forehead as she breaks free of him.

“What’s the problem?”

“It’s…it’s nothing.”

As she drives home, she can’t help but feel pinned between two rocks. One day he’s pushing her away, then its grab ass city. It’s hard not to feel a little frustrated. But mostly she feels impatient.

Make up your mind She curses under her breath.

She narrowly avoids running off the road as she traverses the winding roads leading to her mother’s upper class home. The place she calls home. She pulls her black low rider into the driveway and runs up the stairs to her room, barely noticing her mom sitting in the living room as she sprints toward her room.

Closing the door behind her, she tosses her book bag on the bed and begins to study. Yet as she reads her English textbook, her eye drifts toward the image of herself in the mirror. She stares at the haunting image. The reflection reminds her of a succubus—beautiful on the outside, but hell on the inside.

She returns her attention to the book in front of her. But that image of her lingers in her head. She struggles to stay focused.

Pay attention, girl she admonishes herself. This thing isn’t going to help itself.

Yet her attention strays back to the mirror. Her pale face stares back at her, almost mocking the Goth. Faye shakes her head.

What have I become? She wonders.

She shakes her head. But it could be worse. She could be just another bored kid sitting in front of a laptop, watching life pass them by. Oh well. Variety is the stuff of life.